Blue Light

In the beginning, I belonged to a witch who kept me underground, hidden in her hoard of treasure.

Then one day, a solider unearthed me.

When he lit his pipe by me, a little black dwarf appeared and carried out his orders.

So now my master, who was once a wounded soldier, dismissed by the king after years of faithful service, is a king who rules over the king, and has married his daughter.

The world hasn’t changed much, though. Witches, soldiers, kings—they’re all the same to me.

Blue Light in The Blue Light, Grimms